I invite you to read my stories and poems ... you may find your own familiar whispers.



~ Some words are open like a diamond on glass windows
singing out within the passing crash of sun ~

--- Audre Lorde, "Coal" (1934-1992)

Beloved


breathes life into stale lungs,
allows fingers to dance phrases,
songs, melodies of angels
singing of magnolia blossoms and jasmine
together remembering wind kissed lashes
trapped like fireflies
in a blue mason jar.

Beloved colors worlds with water
colored softness in textures
allowing purples and reds
to seduce rings around many
shades of gray.

Beloved enchants fairies to tell
stories to children with ears
of open, silent acceptance, never
wondering why magick whispers
as the powdered step of cat's paws.

Beloved wittles away hate, mistrust,
pain rotting away insides with a sure
bladed knife turning them into smooth satin
with a mere finger to lips
and a gaze into blue oceans of secrets.

Beloved leaves bringing agony
tilled deeply in the frozen earth
turns its soil exposing bare roots
to black sun then disappears
in shadow mazed
circles intertwining in themselves,
pressing fingertips to clay with every step.

Beloved breathes life into stale lungs
as nectar in a sieve.



Beyond Doors

feet and hands stumble,
pressed hard against painted cheeks
listening to the melody of whispered arias,
muffled, replaced by no other sacred sound.
Tongues splinter taste, sweet syrup
cushioned by eyes crusting over soft dough,
molding perfectly in summer heat.
Birds, fed by blue days of sweaters, fly
tightly, worn underneath the boosom of earth
between toes dancing
lost time and broken watches.

In a fevered pitch eyes
closed the windows
as breath fogged the inside
and fingers traced words in air,
leaving their residue
dancing rings around
locked silence.

In a timid whisper
the wind answered screams
that shatter glass.







Destiny Lingers

beneath water, under feet, within lungs,
drifting from one page to another word,
linking eyes, gazing from this one or that.

..Seeing..not seeing..

Believing, laughing insecurities,
little games, kissing elbows to earlobes,
...little tell me nots but do anyway.

Destiny cries,

Each wasted moment,useless
ever so graceful mistakes protruding
from innocence like glass.

...cutting through flesh

Smiling at ridiculous conversation makers,
still gazing in eyes that turn away from stares,
....afraid of being clinged to another ice cube,

in a cocktail.

just before the bar closes and the lights go up,
revealing that all faces look the same
in smoke filled rooms of unbelievers.

..Stirring in hallucinogenic highs,

Pleasure lasts for minutes...hours,
never more than days...wondering
how once warm dreams became icy.

real refrigerated notions,

Lost among left over food,outdated
and way too cheap...eating one bite
could poison more than a body.

but a soul..

Eating, purging, opening, closing doors
that swing then slam shut...carrying weight
on frail shoulders of life.

packed tight in a napsack,

needing to walk
one more mile through more doors
and smoke and greed, lust, and eyes.

open to looking but not seeing,

One ounce of fairy dust remains,
..one breath of magick, one chance
to make the dream alive..

..one little girl crying to herself,

Wrapped in a quilt of butterflies, swimming in closets,
tape over her mouth from her hands
being heard, tied behind her back.



"Dreams are real while they are happening. Can we say anymore about life?"

---Havelock Ellis



Flicker silent, strong waves of light
so small yet seen with half closed eyes,
never tasted fully with lashes,
creeping soft willows.
Pink lips open furtive bursts
glancing upwards and outwards,
beyond touch,
cradled in a lullabye,
morning shadow of midnight
dancing held as close as breath
whispers .....


More words linking romance from destiny to fingerdancing among a world of dreams.



Words Trapped In A Whisper


Butterfly Whispers


Words dancing fingers through music


Words from Growing Pains


Words of Imperfect Perfection


Sticks and Stones...and a few other things that break **Under Major Construction**


Past Whispered Words


Luvn's Loft


LuvnDudes Site Map


Surrealistic Grooveyard ~ Words Guaranteed to Awaken the Tasty Buds of the Mind ~


Grizzy Red's Homepage ~ My friend and fellow poet ~



All writings original by Kim Mayhall copyright@1999
Please do not use without my permission
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